Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. But I can't deny that Captain Jack Sparrow is the hottest in the entire world!

Now finally the sequel! I actually got round to typing it up, seeing as I've written a little bit. I hope it's as good as the last. I'm kind of having writers block at the moment concerning POTC so yea, sorry guys. Hope you like it.

Salty sea spray lashed against the Majesties hull in current fury. The captain spun the wheel hard to the starboard side. The crew totally drenched were quick to loose hope.

Fleur Sparrow angrily tossed her matted hair from her eyes. Curse this storm! If it had been her father resuming captaincy over this ship they would have lost the storm hours ago. The savage battle continued for at least a few more hours and then at last, they were free. Warm sunlight poured onto the deck drying the sodden wood and attire of the crew.

"Captain, the leak in the hull has grown considerably" the boatswain informed Captain Matthews.

"We'll make Tortuga in good time. Time enough to keep this piece of junk afloat" the captain retorted fixing his gaze to the horizon before them.

Fleur who heard the noise of their arrival sighed happily. Soon she would be with her father again and finally onboard a proper ship. Her father and her had last seen each other at Port Charles where Fleur had decided to remain on land for a while longer. She was getting a tad tired of the swaying and bucking of the Pearl and wished only to reside on land for some time.

"Love, we're stopping in Tortuga next, the crew'll 'ave no objections in stayin' there a few months" Jack told her blocking her way down the gangplank.

"Dad come on, what can I do at Tortuga?" Fleur asked placing her hands on her hips.

"What all the other young girls do there," Jack told her swinging forth a hand.

Fleur raised an eyebrow, "you want yer only daughter out on the streets pleasuring some sailor who can't ge-"

"I see yer point," Jack said interrupting her, "ye best stay 'ere but if ye want to return 'ome we'll be in Tortuga"

He pushed his hat onto her head and smiled. Fleur playfully shoved past him and watched the ship set sail.

Fleur adjusted the hat on top her head. Ever since she had been faced with the prospect of remaining in Port Royal with James it had become a tradition that whenever her and her father were separated she wore his hat, in promised that she would return it to him. Smiling Fleur headed for her cabin and tried to catch a bit of sleep. The whole crew had been run ragged from the storm.

A loud call awoke her with a start.

"Sail ho!"

Fleur's heart froze. Leaping from her cot she rushed onto the deck and looked towards the stern of the ship. Sure enough behind them lay a huge mass of black cloud and in front of that three man-of-wars!

"They made it out of the storm," Fleur whispered hoarsely.

"Drop anchor" she heard the captain command.

"What?!" she demanded running to the helm, "are you crazy! You're just going to turn in, like that?"

"Miss Sparrow what else can we do?" Captain Matthews asked, "the ships got a leak. No chance in hell will we out sail 'em"

Fleur spun around and looked hopelessly at the approaching enemy, "well you should have listened to me and presented the ship clearance order instead of running from them!" she growled turning back to him.

The captain shook his head, "Miss, most of the crew on the ere ship are wanted by the navy. Inviting them on board could have landed my mates in the noose"

"But now you find it suitable to just drop anchor and surrender?" Fleur asked.

"What else can we do Miss? I'm just as good as yer father missy so don't think he could have done any better"

Fleur narrowed her brows; "just as good hmmm? Well my father would have lost them in the storm" she spat.

She pushed her way through the crew and found the boatswain, "sir," she asked breathlessly, "you have to over ride the captains decision in weighing anchor! You will all be hung if you don't!"

"Aye missy, even you will be hung. A sad fate for ye it will be" he sighed swallowing a large mouthful of rum.

Fleur's jaw dropped. How could anybody just wish to resign him or herself to death so easily? She dejectedly returned to her cabin and sat on the edge of the cot. What had she been thinking when she declined her father request to accompany him to Tortuga? She removed his hat from her head and looked at it sadly. It dropped from her shaking hands and she looked towards the sky.

"Oh God, please watch over at least my father. If ye can do nothing in benefiting my escape from the gallows I'll be ever so grateful"

Lying down onto the cot Fleur felt herself slipping into an uneasy sleep and knowing it could be her last she allowed herself succumb to the temptation.

"Miss?"

Fleur awoke with a start. Groggy eyed she looked at her awakener.

"Miss, in an hour they'll be upon us. Captain said he's gonna fight. Are ye going to join?" the boy asked.

Fleur sat upright and nodded determinedly, "aye" she replied reaching for her hat that lay on the floor. She followed him out and got ready her pistol. The crew were all armed to the teeth and ready to fight. Fortitude framed their faces though Fleur saw they were all-afraid and knew this would be their last fight.

Looking out to the enemy Fleur drew in a long breath and exhaled quietly. The crew waited and soon two man-of-wars had saddled up on either side of the Majesty. The other slowly manoeuvred itself to lye in front of the ship, preventing any further escape.

"Surrender!" a voice commanded from the largest man-of-war that was on their port side.

"Never!" screamed most of the crew before opening fire onto the ships.

Pistols, guns and cannons blazed. Men were screaming in agony of being shot and in the mind of frightening the opponents. Fleur knew they were fighting a loosing battle. The only thing they could really do was to either plead for forgiveness or plead they were forced to join the crew.

Something I will never do! She growled to herself while backhanding a knife into an invader.

Half an hour later found the crew all in irons and on their knees. Fleur stared glumly at the wooden deck. Two polished boots appeared in her view. Not bothering to raise her head Fleur considered spitting on them.

"Raise your head pirate!" a cold voice demanded.

Fleur didn't comply. A sword point found her shin and roughly jerked it upwards to the speaker to look at her face.

"Norrington!" Fleur gasped as her eyes feel upon the older man.

"Well, well if it isn't Miss Sparrow, looks as if I will see the death of you young lady" Norrington snarled smugly pushing the cold steel blade hard enough to graze her skin.

Fleur wrinkled her nose at him but had no reply. She knew he was right.

"Williams!" Norrington shouted, when a man appeared at his side h continued, "take her to my ship and throw her in the brig"

"But sir I thought all captive were to be taken to Captain Tu-"

"I said my ship Lieutenant!" Norrington growled.

"Yes sir" Williams replied bowing his head.

He pulled Fleur up and guided her coarsely to the ship to their portside. Fleur took one last look at the man.

If only looks could kill she thought savagely, that bastard would have been dead a long time ago.